Mondays with Jesus

 

Mondays with Jesus

 

Mother’s Day 2013

I sat alone on a balcony, watching gentle waves crash upon the NW Florida shore and uttered: God, is this all there is?  Emptiness? 

It wasn’t despair, just a profound sense of futility.  I didn’t realize at the time that Rob’s mental fatigue was really undiagnosed Stage 4 cancer, but I did wonder if he might be asking the same frightening question. 

Yesterday, I sat with someone else pondering the same thoughts.  Twelve years later, not listening to the lie any longer, I so wanted to blurt out the encouragement I had found in Paul’s letter to the church at Philippi. I refrained, choosing to quietly listen; most often one must personally discover the narrow path to indescribable joy. It takes time to digest, don’t you think?

This morning I am feasting on Philippians 4:6-9 once again, the very chunk of Scripture that refocused my view on life, the diet that has since fed my brain through a decade plus of loss, trauma and solo living.  Oh sure, I have slipped and crawled back to ‘begin again,’ but Paul’s prescription always leads me to deep treasure. 

Listening and conversing with my Father 24/7…counting the gifts-all of them…consuming  “set apart” that magnifies His character. 

That means eliminating life’s junk!

Paul admonishes: “Keep putting into practice ALL you have learned and received from me.” End result?

Mother’s Day 2025: I’ve found my joy, I’ve found His Peace. That’s enough!